RP: Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death When: 30 January, 2004 Who: Everyone (please add your tag) Where: St. John's Chapel, Cornfoot Manor Private/Public: Public Rating: Summary: The funeral for William and the other four victims is held
The little chapel had been packed, and the doors were left open so that people could watch from outside if they so chose. Five coffin stood by the altar. Muggles and the wizard, all lying together in the final journey. Charles had insisted that they should be treated all the same, a silent statement that embodied what they believed in. Evelyn couldn't say she really cared one way or another. She didn't want to make statements; she wanted her husband back, but that wouldn't happen.
Stephen was there, instead, holding Andrew while his other hand held Elizabeth's. She couldn't look at him. That was William's place. She fought the tears all through Mass and while they put the coffins into the ground. She hoped that she could make it through the rest of the day with so many people around, wizards and Muggles alike, all offering words of sympathy and help, when no one could help. She wished she had that faith that her husband and his family held, that she could believe that William was in a better place, that he was lyng down in green pastures and still waters. Right now, she couldn't believe in anything, but how unfair things were.